Tuesday (that's all)

Writing accesses a part of me that fills me and gives me joy. It also comforts me when I am feeling confused and alone. It is a place where suddenly I have company. I wonder about this at times. I wonder what company it is. And why do I refer to...

The Experience Simulator

Taking care of my future, I use my inherent experience simulator.  This simulator, alike to an aviation simulator, can propose and execute out different scenarios.  The simulations are designed by the possible problem-alerts that enter my life. Now...

To The Lovelorn

A Letter to the lovelorn... Love. That longing ... inherent. A yearning for a something that we call love. We cry for it in our hearts. We dream of being enraptured in its gentle arms of adoration. We thirst for its liquid that will satisfy us...

Wonder

Oh wondrous universe I immerse myself in your wonder For how could I not when beholding you in all of your perverse diverse complexity. And understanding that I am part of that mystery somehow, is a jaw dropping, mind stopping intensely breath...

Lying because I care

Does empathy causes us to become liars? Could that be a result of caring for the feelings of others? I think it does. It causes us to hide our intent. When we offer those small omissions of actual response, we create a false relationship and...

The Void

To write from the deepest part of me, is a pleasure incomparable.  It satisfies the longing that once was insatiable.  It silences the yearning that turned out to be a cry from my own soul. Come be with me, she said.  Come be with me and I will tell...

A Fine Art

Life keeps asking me what I want.  Throughout my life,  a conveyor-belt, ample with goodies, has rolled by offering me new choices. The diversity on that conveyor belt, plenty confused me for a significant part of my life. There is always too many...

The Tightrope, Life

Artist... Vernon Finney.   Everyday there is a need for realignment. Sometimes I forget that realignment is a quotient of walking a tightrope and berate my loss of equilibrium. In berating myself, I lose focus of the realignment and swing...

And here it is, once more.

And here it is before me once more, a request that I hesitate honouring. The void of creativity. She looks at me asking for my interaction, challenging me to act. But it is not a simple challenge.  This would be a breeze if that's what it was. ...

Have a tequila my dear...

Oh thou confusion that slithers enveloping me, penetrating me in quarter time turns. A discomfort of being, not knowing just what, resolutely aware, posing the question, is this worrisome? It has been many years since an answer to this question...

My Power Ring

In 1983 symbols were important to me.  Symbols represented a remembrance of a particular quality.  A quality that I was trying to emulate or learn. And this particular day, I walked down to Chinatown to buy myself a power ring.  I didn't know what a...

If everyone is special then no one is special.

"If everyone is special then no one is special." This idea is a challenge to the popular phrase that has tried to gain a foothold in our society, "Everyone is special." Since the challenge has merit, I took a second to consider it and soon after,...

Crazy Regret

A proposal that regret is an illusion: Or how I freed a fragment from my insanity. Feeling sad and wanting to change something in the past is a slide straight into misperception and hell.  First is the fact that there is no viable possibility to...

In loving me

It isn't that I don't love you but I can't love you above loving me. And in loving me, I love you all the more as I understand we are part of a sum beyond its parts. Apart yes, nonetheless, breathing as one. A  silent rhythm this awareness.  A...

Thoughts and me

I read the talk.  I see the signs. But I am not ready to assume anything. Rumours can make something come true. We make something come true. We in the present, wishing for whatever or fearing whatever create the future that will replace the...

Blaming You

Blame? Do I blame you? Why do I blame you for anything? Would I even be sane blaming someone who has no clue to what's what? Wouldn't my anger and blame-accusations spring from a belief that you know better and choose to do otherwise? Er......

Shake of the sand

It's not that I am banished from my tribe but rather that I was never a part of it.  I knew my genome was unique.  I was made of the same stuff as everyone else but my three million differences differed from any one else's three million differences. ...

Huh?

Him, a subtle sneer, a raised voice:  What a dodo brain you are? Her, back a bit straighter, direct:  Hold on a second, that's an abusive way of speaking to me. Him, snarling, disgusted:  Ah shit! There you go criticising me again!